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After using the toilet, I stand in front of the mirror and take out the pins holding my hair up. I run my fingers through the curls to break them up and fluff them out a little.

I have to admit, I’ve never looked or felt sexier than I do right now. I’ve never had a need for lingerie, so I’m glad Aria and Gia thought to buy me this set so I’ll feel sexy and confident rather than a shy virginal bride being married off to an older man to be defiled.

I want Santino to see me like this.

I want him to drop to his knees and beg me to let him have a taste of what no one else has.

I want him to tell me all the dirty things he’s going to do to me while he’s looking at me with those eyes that hold the depth of space and the heat of the sun.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I find my new husband walking into the bedroom, and he halts, those deep chocolate eyes raking over my body from head to toe and back. Then again slower, drinking in everything I have on.

They start on my pearl encrusted Jimmy Choo heels, then follow up my legs that are covered by thigh-high nude stockings with a white lace trim and held up by a white satin garter belt and straps. He pauses at the juncture of my thighs where my white satin panties sit low on my hips, then moves up to the garter belt around my waist, and keep going up to my strapless longline satin bra with bone ribbing and a lace trim around my ribs and the cups.

Finally, his eyes roam over my chest, neck, and hair before he meets my eyes, and I see that his are filled with raw, hot desire.

I’m emboldened by his reaction to me and the fact that I seem to have rendered him speechless, and decide to ask, “What are you thinking right now?”

“Honestly?” he prefixes, and I nod. “Right now, I’m thinking that I’m the luckiest man on this goddamn planet because you’re real. You’re really standing in front of me looking likea goddamn Victoria’s Secret Angel, and you’remy wife,” he growls. “You’re a literal dream come true, Mia.”

I walk towards him, swaying my hips with each step. Reaching up, I pull on his bowtie to untie it, and he looks down at me through hooded, lust-filled eyes, and my pussy clenches, wanting him to touch me more than anything right now.

“It’s your turn to tell me what you’re thinking,” he says in his deep, sexy voice.

“Honestly?” I ask, and he nods. “I was thinking how I want you to get on your knees and beg me to let you touch me.”

“And then?” he prompts, his voice strained.

“And then you’ll beg me to let you undress me.”

He swallows hard. “And then?”

“And then you’ll beg me to let you kiss me all over.”

“All over? Anywhere in particular?”

“Here.” I skirt my finger over my breasts. “And here.” I slide my finger down my stomach and swirl it over my mound.

Santino shrugs off his tuxedo jacket and tosses it over to the bed. Without a word, he sinks to his knees before me and looks up at me, his eyes alive and dancing with a sparkle of mischief and determination. He’s so tall, that even on his knees, his head is level with my chest.

“Mia, my beautiful bride, I don’t deserve you, but I know I can be everything you need. Let me show you. Let me touch you. Let me unwrap you like the precious gift you are. Let me kiss my way around your perfect body, ending at your sweet pussy where I’ll kiss you until you’re screaming my name and coming all over my face. Please let me. I’m fucking begging you,” he pleads. “Will you let me?”

I think I black out for a second, because hearing Santino say all that while looking up at me from his knees has my mind spinning.

I nod my head slowly. “Yes,” I whisper, and Santino slides his hands from the backs of my thighs down to my ankles.

“As sexy as you look right now, and as much as I’d love to rip your panties off and have you leave the rest on, I need you naked tonight. I need to see all of you.”

Santino lifts my left foot and slips my heel off, and then the right. He slides his hands back up my legs and unclips my garter belt straps from my stockings, then slowly – oh, so slowly – peels them down and off me.

“These legs,” he muses, lifting my leg and kissing his way from my ankle to my knee. “I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my shoulders while I eat my dessert.”

My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, unable to control my breathing or my reactions to him.

Santino continues to kiss his way up each of my inner thighs, stopping short of where I need him most each time.

My garter belt is held together with hook-and-eye closures around my back, and Santino has no problem freeing me from it and kissing his way from hip to hip and up my stomach. He plants kisses along the bottom lace trim of my bra and I inhale a sharp breath, squirming my torso away from his mouth.

Santino grins up at me. “Ticklish?”

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